The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Kai lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.
It was probably the softest bed he had slept on since arriving in this world.
Maybe ever.
Which was unfortunate.
Because he couldn't sleep.
He turned to one side.
Then the other.
Then back again.
Still awake.
The events of the day kept replaying in his head.
The sewer.
The cultists.
The collapse.
Fais.
Andre.
Especially Andre.
Kai closed his eyes.
Only to immediately remember the moment the tunnel came down.
The smile.
The shouting.
The confidence.
Andre had acted like everything would be fine.
As if being trapped underground with a monster like Fais was a minor inconvenience.
Which honestly sounded exactly like something Andre would do.
Kai sighed.
The room remained silent.
His thoughts didn't.
The memory of the fight returned.
Fais standing over him.
Calling him weak.
The strange movements he somehow knew.
The techniques his body remembered but his mind didn't.
The dream.
Or memory.
Whatever it had been.
Fragments floated through his mind.
A battlefield.
A sword.
A symbol.
A figure standing among countless corpses.
Someone calling him "Sir."
Kai frowned.
The details were blurry now.
Like trying to remember a dream after waking up.
The more he reached for them—
The more they slipped away.
Only feelings remained.
Familiarity.